And Christmas Came Early
After two very long, messy, loud days, I declared that we should just open presents and get it over with (thinking that maybe this would eliminate my kids' pre-Christmas restlessness and general over-excitement).
So, last night, by the light of our lopsided Christmas tree, and with much anticipation, we opened our presents. (To be honest, I don't know why they got so excited as we didn't go all out on presents this year.)
Oh, the candy pandemonium brought on by Grandma Deb and Grandpa John's stockings! The Legos and Beyblades were well-received too.
And, with all the happy elves floating around the house after that, someone had to be Scrooge, so I took that role for myself.
I was telling my sister Whitney today that there is something about extended vacations from school that make me grouchy. Maybe it's because everyone is in la-la land, happily enjoying their time off, but I'm not off. Very not off. In fact, my job is multiplied as I am constantly cleaning up after everybody. I know, I know, I just need to let the house go and enjoy the time with them. And, that's what I should do. I think that's what my Mom would tell me to do. I just don't want my house to fall apart, because when those metal-bottomed Beyblades are whizzing around, being chucked from the highest heights, I sometimes feel like it will. I am not good at relaxing. It seems counterintuitive with a houseful of noisy kids. But, they are mine and I love them, so I guess I'll just have to follow the motto of my college roommate Stephanie: "Fake it 'til you make it."
Having typed these thoughts out, I think I can make it through Christmas vacation. Day by day. Baby steps. And a little fudge and caramel pretzel rods in those days and steps wouldn't hurt either.
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